Hope Poems - Poems about Hope

In a blink of an eye I lost everything But all hope is still on the most high They pour spit on me Just because I never own what they need But with faith Looking up to fate, I keep living. Some people only got you When you give or have What they want or need Many don't know The meaning of...

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We went away at seventeen, Still green about the ears, Not knowing that in between The war and later years We would be haunted to the core, Damaged in the head. We did not return from war; We brought it home instead. The fight out there was not as loud As is the fight inside; It blankets me, just like a shroud; Life is a wild...

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I want tonight to be the night The one that we keep insight A forever moment cherished in time The work is done, and the hill is climbed One special evening with you cradled in my arms I’ve fallen for your unique and beautiful charms Now I need to show you my light inside From a heart that nearly died You are my...

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SEEKING HIS SHADE In hot injustice, May God canopy us with Shades of endurance:- ...

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Like that one familiar friend - Hope knows what I'm feeling Before I've said anything And gladly walks behind. She has peace in her eyes And keeps her lips silent; Words are irrelevant But hearing might suffice....

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Hero Lost But Found In shadows cast by memories of pain, A lonely soul entreats the night's domain. "I need a hero," she cries out, raw and real, To vanquish ghosts and heal the wounds concealed. With gentile strength to lift my battered wings, And guide me safely through life's treacherous rings. No longer can I face this path alone, My spirit weary,...

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In the Valley of Desolation all seemed lost. Denying self and following Christ has great cost. He had a plan before He created the world; His plan complete before the universe unfurled. His ageless will was He would become fully man And save His chosen ones through His eternal plan. Ever, ever will He save those trusting in him. Never, never will...

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I run the miles deep within, a subdued race, an unspoken intent, devoid of spectators-- no finish line, just breath and heart, both entwined. The shades lengthen along my path but still a soft dawn finds its way turning into gray. Stage by stage a tale, flaw, and goal, rushing, steady flow. The road stretches far, but I endure— a counterfeit concealed, strong and...

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The bark peels back like old skin— Mine, yours, the cinnamon scrolls Of what we shed to live. August Bleaches the world to bone, the bark’s faint spice Rising in the noon glare, Heat tasting of salt and sand. And still this Crape crowns Itself with Myrtle fire. Still— I cannot explain what breaks in me. Still I press my cheek Against its...

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The assurance of light During times dark and desperate Bestows warmth within freezing cold Where peace from a storm’s respite Finds home through dangerous shoals Guiding your ship on the sea of hope Finding the port of hearts of gold ...

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A whisper born of code and light, vast potential, a promising sight-- yet twilight sprawl where circuits reign. Panacea — or pulse of pain? We hold the key, the spark, the fear, to pave the way — far and near....

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When winds are rough, And tear at hopes and dreams When days are dark, and nights are tough, And over-long, it seems When bitter clouds collect above, And ache and break and pour We'll batten down the hatches, Just like we did before. You see, to me - we're made to last; To wait, contented, warm; To stand and know the past has passed. For...

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In broken silence, a single breath rises-- flickers of hope through the cracks, light spills where shadows clench vigor birthed from the stillness, victory whispered softly....

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Dawn’s breath lifts pink blooms, petals cruise to tranquil seas— hope hums in the breeze. ...

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When a mishap takes place... I ignored it, and pressed on. What else to do? Grace is not always polished. But I can smile between the screams. If I stumble, that's how we grow--- and if luck feels absurd, I'll chuckle all the way under... Because every problem has a resolution in its own time. No matter how long it will takes--- I'm sure it...

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